I wrap up my brief, impromptu México City visit with a blog written in the same format as part 1. Once again, I leave feeling super humbled by all the city offers. This time around, not only did I write months of new material in a week, I also sought out moments of purposeful vulnerability. Now it’s time to leave, but I’m not ready to go. I never am. ****************************************************** I never know which direction I’ll go until the time comes to decide. If I’ve listened to my gut I always find signs, like an Oración al Coyote, reminding me…